Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

When the Summer Was Young

A little bluebird spoke to me
Long ago, in a sycamore tree
When the wind was soft,
And the summers sweet
And the children played in the shining creek.
"Winter is old," he sang to the sky,
While the breeze blew the clouds and the sunlight by
And a meadowlark swayed in the heart of the rye,
"Winter is old, and summer is nigh."
A little bluebird in a crooked limb
Sang a song that made sense to him
But now all the trees are dark and dim
And the silence of creeks seems somehow a sin.

By the way, I noticed you have a link to my old blog, Rachel Devin's, on here. If you'd replace it with http://devindahlwriter.blogspot.com, my new address, I'd appreciate it. Thank you! And thank you so much for linking to me! Keep in touch.

About Me

I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: